SYMPHONIC
With his tongue, he followed along ever so delicately along her lines of symmetry. Slowly, gently making sure to take his time. Her heart raced- she could almost feel every pulse thanks to how much her body was being worshiped by sweet, and tender kisses. His hands pressed against her bosom.
No sooner had his fingers worked to apply some pressure upon the mammary glands than he felt his body begin to react. 'For every reaction, there is an equal and opposite reaction.' He smiled as Newton's third law of motion came to mind.
Her eyes were closed as if she was praying. In a whisper, she politely asked, "Do you want me to help you with that?" She had placed her hand on his chest. He gasped, surprised that she had pushed him to the side, ready to continue the firework symphony.
His eyes bulged when her skin began to shimmer. What a lovely sight! It reminded him of what he saw when the sunlight hit the water at the right angle, and different colors were reflected back like a kaleidoscope.
He pulled her closer to him, and embraced her. She laughed, "What are you doing?"
He laughed, too. Then he replied, "I want to stay like this right by your side, and behold your beauty."
Tears trickled from the side of her eyes, and then she said, "Honey, I am just getting started." She used her tongue to trace along his body like a sculptor working on the final touches of a masterpiece. He felt his whole body tingle in delight with every movement.
She massaged him as well as used her hands along his pole which was displaced in a vertical direction. His heartbeat kept increasing from her opus.
As they carried on creating a symphony that was not close to a diminuendo, their bodies moved together in harmony. Their breaths moved in sync for a fortissimo duet.
His eyes were closed, and when he opened them he stated, "I would not mind spending the next life with you.
"I will find you, and make you mine, again."
"I shall make sure to find you first, mon cœur."
#SYMPHONIC (c) 1 Février, 2023.